Sunday Sermonette

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Some say that pride itself is a sin. It goes before destruction. Make of that what you will, but June is pride month. What does that mean to you individually? From a practical standpoint, you’re only allowed to be proud of politically correct things. That being the case, I don’t think that I have much to celebrate. The joke going around is that Pride is the Queen of Vices; and apparently Vice is the Pride of Queens.
It is a clever marketing ploy by progressives to tell gullible people to be proud rather than ashamed of their various and sundry sexual malfunctions, mental disorders, perversions, and abominations; and presumably one is to be ashamed only of decency, modesty, chastity, temperance and moderation. The cleverness consists not merely in gulling the victim into rejecting any criticism of his/her/its objectively disordered sexual aptitudes as hate-speech born of bigotry and ignorance, but also in robbing the victim of any motive to resist his own degradation.
Or it’s thinly disguised as a celebration of diversity, based on which sexual perversion appeals most to the individual.
There is a lot to Cambodia. A friend drifted by the other day. He served with Bird Air in Cambodia, a CIA subcontractor (now declassified) that flew into Laos, Viet Nam, and of course, Cambodia. We discussed Ankor Wat, the American involvement in Indochina and then the slaughter of the educated people once the US left the stage and Pol Pot’s government established communism as the state religion. Sitting at roadside cafes and watching the young men riding on Coca Cola trucks out of town to fight the communists…all that. History now. Cambodia is bouncing back.
Lessons abound where good people of conscience handed in their firearms in the hope that their government would treat them honorably. Cambodia went through that too. It cost 1 million lives. I wonder if they teach that in schools today? Of course they don’t. It’s not politically correct. 
If German Jews had been armed, the round up and extermination wouldn’t have gone so smoothly, would it? Taking a few of the bastards with you ends up counting when people decide to strip you of all that you have – and all that you’re ever going to have and then tossing you into an oven.
You have to decide what is worth fighting for. And whether it is worth living free or not. You could ask any of a million Cambodians what they think… if they were around to ask.
D-Day and Allies

We remembered D-Day on June 6 this past week, not the end of the war in Europe, but the end of the beginning of that war. Back then, as opposed to now, Nazis were real and “toxic masculinity” was called upon to rid the world of unspeakable horror and evil. 75 years ago today the allies were pushing off the beaches and enlarging the beachhead. There was a lot of fighting and killing ahead, but the conclusion of the war was at least in sight.

Today, the corrupt, lying, filthy mainstream media speaks of American allies and includes Mexico in that number. Where were the Mexican troops on D-Day? Does anyone recall the Zimmerman Telegram during World War One that helped bring us into that war? For those who may have forgotten, the Zimmerman Telegram was a secret diplomatic communication issued from the German Foreign Office in January 1917 that proposed a military alliance between Germany and Mexico. Can any of you recall a situation when Mexican acted like an American ally? EVER? (build the wall, lock Her up, MAGA)

And, on the Lighter Side of the Sunday Sermonette…

14 thoughts on “Sunday Sermonette

  1. Join the "Don't Marry Movement". There are 3 main points:

    -Never legally marry an American woman
    -Never have children with an American woman
    -If you are married to an American woman, never buy a house so she cannot steal it from you in divorce

    Read the full essay explaining the purpose of the movement here:

    American women are trash and only pathetic losers marry American women anymore. Never marry an American woman.

  2. "… be proud rather than ashamed of their various and sundry sexual malfunctions, mental disorders, perversions, and abominations…"

    This is why Osama bin Laden hated us. And he had a point.

  3. The ONLY Mexican contribution to the fighting in WWII that I can find is one fighter squadron that deployed to the Pacific in 1945. As near as I can tell, they didn't accomplish much though a film was made about them in Mexico.

  4. Proud to fly the Stars and Stripes on June 6th, or any other time I damn well feel like it. Teddy Roosevelt was right. And thank you Dr. Spock, for providing a generation with a handy cop-out–it's not your fault.

  5. I am not proud that American embassies are flying the gay flag on any surface.
    I'm proud of Trump telling them to leave it off the flagpole.
    I drove into downtown Ypsi to get a bite to eat with my wife.
    I remarked that the circus was in town.
    We laughed at the increasingly outrageous attire and costuming.
    Then we saw the main event. I stopped laughing when I saw some of the obscene costuming. We left town to eat elsewhere.
    I am not proud of my town.

  6. I hate "pride" month and the celebration of perversion.

    Cartoon is priceless!

  7. Diversity is the lipstick on the pig of no personal responsibility, IMO.

  8. Pride. What a carnival of degeneracy and they tell us it's "normal" and that "love can't be wrong." Add idiot to degenerate.

  9. OBL and others have looked at the rot and corruption and recoiled. I just built a compound, and raised the middle didget

  10. Can't disagree with ANY of the above, or anything in your post. Like the closing cartoon too! :-)

  11. the cartoon reminds me of a joke my mom told years ago.
    A novice hitman in Chicago is walking by a church and pangs of guilt overcome him for the hit (his first) he had just made.
    He goes into the confessional of a novice priest, who upon hearing the sin yells, "You What?!?!?"
    Years late, the hitman is walking by a church and again pangs of guilt overwhelm him.
    He goes into the confessional and unknowingly gets the same priest.
    Upon hearing the confession, "Father forgive me, I have killed a man.", the priest yawns and asks, "How many times?".

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